At the Northern primordial world, the once radiant daylight now waned, dimming into a pale hush that mocked its earlier glory. Objects along the horizon stretched their long skeletal shadows across the rigid land, draping the ground in twilight scars. At the old northern Astro encampment, three Aether Glides, once proud steeds of the Hildred Astro division, now stood abandoned at the foot of a massive mountain, their metallic shells cold and silent, like forgotten relics of a hurried departure.
Shadows of moving figures flickered across their surfaces, dancing like restless spirits as the group approached.
"It seems they have left," Centric's voice rolled out, low and steady, echoing against the frigid stone as though the mountain itself repeated his words.
